'Days In Frames'

Available for Pre-order on iTunes Nov. 11th, Album out Nov. 25th

Lyrics

Cloud Maintenance (2011)

Northland Train

I can hear the trainI can hear the sound so far awaySounds like it belongs to yesterday

We were on that trainRiding through the fields to AmsterdamWe were on that trainLaughing in a fog of ChardonnayRiding through the darkness and the rain

I can hear the trainI can hear the sound moving farther awayIt fills my heart againIt fuels my heart with longing for a friend

I can hear the trainI can hear the trainSounds like it belongs to yesterday

I can hear the trainI can hear the sound so far awaySounds like it belongs to yesterday

She Waved

She waved from the busBeautiful and mysterious

There is a box on the busIt does not belong to anyone

She waved from the busAll my life will I feel distrust?

In this world so dangerousYet beautiful and mysterious

She waved from the bus.

Don't Shuffle Me Back

Once upon a time everything was fine Now I feel like I’m at the back of the lineDon’t shuffle me back to the bottom of the deck

Hey where did you go?Was I too fast or slow?Am I just somebody that you used to know?Don’t shuffle me back to the bottom of the deck

When I’m feeling blue, I pick up a shoe,Pretend it’s a telephone, and that I’m talking to you.Don’t shuffle me back to the bottom of the deck.

Cos’ the doctor calls, the lawyer calls,But you don’t call me ,no, you don’t call me anymore.Don’t shuffle me back to the bottom of the deck.

I heard you got a Rat-tat-tat tattoo on your backSomeone told me about that.I want to get us back on track,Don’t treat me like me thatDon’t tease me like that.

At the Dollarama, with the Dalai Lama,You can buy cards, but you can’t buy good Karma.Don’t shuffle me back to the bottom of the deck.

The doctor calls, the lawyer callsBut you don’t call me, no you don’t call me anymore.

Grey Garden

I live beside a dead garden,where I pass the time of day.Come sit and watch the clay harden,if you’re ever around this way.A tray with tea for two is waiting here for you,waiting here in Grey Garden.

If I could live on rainwater,I’d never leave again.I’d stay here with my only daughter,my one and only friend.Under this old tree is where I like to be,It’s where I feel like me.So leave me in my grey garden.In my grey garden.

I’ll find a bottle one daywith a genie inside who’ll say: today’s your lucky day,now wish away this grey,bring joy back to the dead garden,back to the grey garden.

Tell Me Tell Me

Tell me tell me love, tell me how it feelsHow does it look? Tell me that it’s real.Do you feel alone, or out of place,or right at home way out in space?

Tell me tell me love.

When you write again, tell me everythingAre there rainforests or birds that sing?Is it cold at night? Do you still get a chill?Are there winding rivers or rolling hills?

Tell me tell me love.

If you don’t pay your gravity bill,Will you float away, against your will.Tell me tell me love, tell me how it feels.How does it look? tell me that it’s real.

Tell me tell me love.

The House Of Invention

Here is a song about a painter you might know.He is The Copper Thunderbird Norval Morrisseau.He’s floating by high in the sky in a canoe.I hope you feel the colors’ healing spell on you.

A man of convictionOn a journey, on a mission,To find his X-ray vision,In the house of invention.

And in the gallery heads are turning back and forth.Somebody called him “ the Picasso of the north”.And when I wander cloudy on a gloomy dayHe’ll cheer me up like Debussy or Dubuffet

A man of convictionOn a journey, on a mission,To find his X-ray vision,in the house of invention.

This is a song about a painter you might know.He is The Copper Thunderbird Norval Morrisseau!

Always Changing

Waiting at the red light, on the way to see my friend.Going to say goodbye, and pay my respects.Kneeling by my teachers side, and seeing her at rest.I made a promise to her, that I would do my best,that just like anything, I would change .

Always changing, always changing.

like the fall and winter,the summer and the springeverybodyeverything

Always changing, always changing.

And when I least expect it, she’s reminded me again.The song of change is endless.The song that we all sing.We all sing it in our own way.It’s always changing.

See You Again

I really want to see youYeah I really want to see youYeah I really want to see you again.

I’ve been waiting here for so longand it’s so cold I put on my long johnsDon’t you make me wait too long.Cos’ this feeling I can’t shake it,it’s been so long and I can’t take it,Don’t you make me wait too long.

I really want to see youYeah I really want to see youYeah I really want to see you again.

I’d been waiting here for so longWhen I realized you were long gone.Won’t you bring me back my long johns?

Cos’ I really want to see youYeah I really want to see youYeah I really want to see you again.

The City Of Love

I had that rotten feeling, that I was trapped,So far off of the map, that there is no map.In the city of hate, in the city of masks.Lost, in a daze, trying to find my way back.

Then she held the lantern up,The moon in the sky aboveShe led me down the path to the city of love.I was a stray cat. I was a missing glove.It’s so nice to be back in the city,In the city of love.

The city is a chameleonIt’ll change the color of its skindepending on the shape that you are in.

Downtown by the depot, someone left an old armchair.It must have looked inviting ,cos’ I woke up sitting thereStaring at the icy water, and the birds on the peerA boat had come in from Cuba, I could smell the sugar in the air.

Then she held the lantern upThe moon in the sky aboveShe led me down the path to the city of loveI was a stray cat,I was a missing glove.It’s so nice to be back in the cityIn the city of love.

The city is a chameleonIt’ll change the color of its skindepending on the shape that you are in.

Monsters Anonymous

Hello, and welcome, to the first general meeting of the MONSTERS ANONYMOUS

Hello my name is T-RexI think I’ve got a complexI always want to smash the duplex.

Hello my name is Loch NessI’ve been living in the darknessI won’t bore you with my regrets